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rot
A flower grows in the garden, blue.
When summer comes it comes to you.
When winter comes it turns from new
to the ghastly grey of once was good.
Riley June Sep 10
do you ever feel like you are a scrap piece of paper,
people use you as a test since you have no worth,
like if you never existed people wouldn't even notice,
crumpled up and tossed to the floor to soon be forgotten,
who would remember something so completely ordinary,
lined up and picked off to assert your worth,
never picked but left to rot alone soaked in bitter tears,
does it ever get better,

for now, i sit in a corner and question my worth
Heera Sep 2
Do you remember,
You once said to the world
That
'if we ever stop talking, send me a song?'
Did you even mean that?
Did you even mean that to me?
Did you ever mean anything you did?
For me?
Did i ever mean a bit?
No?
Then why do you mean so much to me that it hurts to the very bone.
I curse myself with each breath i take.

I shared that for you to hear
I did not for the world
The song was for you
You were the music to my lyrics
You left...
You left me to rot.

You know
I guess i always knew
But i thought
Or i hoped
You would be different

You said so many things
Did not any of it mean a thing?
Did you just say all that for sake of saying?
Because you didn't have anything better to say?
I might remove these as i said, i'm just grieving
Please don't post rude comments, or i might block you.
September Rose Oct 2017
To watch one suffer
To be there as they slowly fall to the rubble
You reach out but as the tides pull in they go further and further from hope
From comfort
A never ending spiral they're falling your fingers slipping through theirs as you let them go
It isn't your fault but blood still runs
And you still remember
shima Aug 6
i came back to the water
full of sweet clouds and rot
where my weary bones
rest gently without thought

yet the waves drown me
under [memories of] insomniac lights
the bitterly sinking heart
and a few ephemeral nights
after a week, a crush or two developed. whatever. can't be helped.
Gale L Mccoy Aug 2
rot
brain rot
fallin off the top
made a deal
i can't follow up
center stage
exit stage right
before the brain
rot drops
from the month
cant make it stop
god stop and get off
why seething rabid
from holes in head
choke it dead
A vent
Diana Garcia Jul 26
There is not much I care to share
But the more I write
The more I dare
I can overcome
All of what you’re unaware
And the less I’m scared
The more I want you to know
I still care.
It wasn’t always so
“I hate you” is what you were told
You shouldn’t have went into the cold
Our cave protected you from the snow
I’m sorry our love
Didn’t have a chance to grow.

It was all my fault
In my lonesome hell I shall rot.
#pastlove
Pao Jun 12
rot
colors rot
and so do we

our minds, our souls, our bodies
decaying in the wind
carrying us to unexplored terrain
carrying us to mysterious lands

our minds rot
and so do we

our souls, our bodies
decaying in the dirt
seeping its way into the trees like vines

our bodies rot
and so do we
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